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This story flows from the spoilers for 3.05 - yes, those spoilers.
A/N -Mandatory 3.05 spoilers reaction fic. There are references to the 3.05 Klaine car scene spoilers in this story (as perfectly described on Kurzel's tumblr post). If you haven't read the post, you may be confused. There is also a reference to the 3.03 Klaine scene. If you haven't seen it, you may wonder what on earth I'm talking about.
Title is a lyric from the song 'Wicked Game' - that song has always just felt like sex to me. Shrug.
It's Strange What Desire Can Make Foolish People Do
"I have never felt lust like this before Blaine," Kurt huffed out at him, arms crossed and leaning on his car, "and either you haven't noticed or you don't care."
Wow. If that last statement couldn't be further from the truth.
The thumping white noise of the bar was finally diminishing as Blaine rounded the corner, away from his car, away from Kurt. The quiet of the night set in as the loud dance beats were replaced by Kurt's words echoing in his brain. Is that what he said? Because he can't be sure...amidst the alcohol, and teeth and tongues and hands, god, hands everywhere on Kurt, his ass, his perfect legs. Perfect. He didn't mean for it to happen...or maybe he did. He just...he just wants so much. And in moments like this when he's alone with his thoughts, he admits to himself that he doesn't just want Kurt. He wants Kurt to want him.
Blaine doesn't say these things out loud, and certainly not to Kurt, because it's so...insecure...lame...definitely not sexy. Blaine knows he's a good looking guy. Well, girls, at least, have always seemed to like him until, you know, he tells them. Still he always feels a little bit proud - and Kurt will just roll his eyes and say 'cocky bastard' - when the girls from Crawford Country Day, or the freshmen Cheerios, linger just a little too long to start up a conversation with him, try to make him laugh, indulge his ego. And he's always polite, always friendly, but cuts the conversation short and turns to Kurt, 'You ready?'
And Kurt - well, he obviously thinks that Blaine must be at least somewhat attractive. Kurt had told him that he'd been crushing on him since they met that day on the staircase at Dalton. Since Blaine flirted his way through Teenage Dream (which come on, he totally killed - both the song, and the flirting - look where it got him).
That first day at McKinley, Blaine had straightened his bow tie, hooked the yellow sunglasses on his red pants. Appropriately distinct and rebelling against his too many years in a navy uniform, cool, and just a little flamboyant...just because. And, he had mused, Kurt Hummel might think he's hot, or cute or whatever. He knows that Kurt loves him...like really loves him, doesn't doubt it for a second. And his heart has never felt the way it does when Kurt looks up at him, smiling, 'Aren't you a sight for these sore eyes.'
The funny thing about Kurt, is that for all his initial resistance, and talk of a lack of sexual knowledge, Kurt is not a prude. Not at all. When they had first started dating, nervous, shocking first kiss behind them, Kurt surprised Blaine with just how good he was at anything and everything they were doing. After Warbler's practice that very first March day, just a few hours after Kurt's supposed first kiss (that counted), Kurt was gently pushing Blaine down on the common room couch, mouth open against his, his tongue exploring Blaine's mouth, his neck, his earlobe - and woh. That had been a first for Blaine and he had gasped, so embarrassed by the sound he made. But Kurt just smiled smugly as if to taunt him, 'look at what you could have had all this time. Here I am, Blaine. I'm here'.
Kurt was incredibly physical. Strong arms, legs, mouth, wrapping around him, tugging, pushing, climbing on top of him. One day after a particularly heated 'we need to stop now...and my parents are going to be home in 10 minutes', when they slid off of each other reluctantly, lying side by side on the bed, Kurt let his breathing slow and then, in a rare moment of vulnerability, talked. Kurt had said to him then that he was so not physical, and then corrected himself, used to be so not physical, so not used to being touched,... the way that Blaine touched him. Blaine had squeaked, eyes tearing, and then kissed him, long and slow and deep, and his heart pounded. Because Kurt was so embodied, so strong, so physical. What had the world been missing?
So why? Why hadn't Kurt tried more? Why was he so afraid to bring it up - except in the drunken stupour he was apparently in at the moment. Probably not the best choice. Because he was ready. So so ready - for Kurt's body, his pale, soft, broad chest, his naked legs, snaking between his own, pulling him closer, already hard in their boxers, pushing up against each other, taking them off...
And then tonight, Sebastian...a guy. A cute, gay, teenaged guy, had made it abundantly clear just what he wanted. Pulling Blaine in to dance with him, slightly dirty. "He won't mind," he said, eyeing Kurt, who Blaine now admits did not look amused. "So how did Dalton lose a hot, gay, leading man to McKinley High?" and he had suggestively put his hand just inches above Blaine's ass, almost pulling their bodies together, but not quite.
"Kurt." Blaine had answered. Because it was true.
And Sebastian had smirked, looked over at Kurt and whispered, "Your loss," while walking back to the bar. A flush of anger had rushed up in Blaine then. He had wanted to grab Sebastian's arm, swing him around, and say 'Trust me, honey, there is no comparison,' or some equally tough or sassy sounding line. But he didn't because he didn't have Kurt's sass, and well, he was Blaine...too polite...too lame.
Blaine took a deep breath and sat down on the rocks by the lake. He wasn't even sure exactly how he got here. Turned a couple of corners, through the parking lot, on to the Boardwalk, and now the rocks. Two o'clock in the morning on a Saturday night about 7 blocks, if he had calculated correctly, from Lima's only gay bar. Alone. And drunk.
He put his head between his knees, waiting for the world to stop spinning, until he heard a car pull up into the otherwise empty parking lot. When he looked up, Kurt was standing tall above him, shaking his head.
"Blaine."
He looked at him, guilty. "I'm drunk," he offered as an explanation, an apology, he's not sure what.
"Really?" Kurt sat down beside him, close but not touching. But Blaine reached his hand out for him. Kurt took it.
"I'm so sorry, Kurt. So so sorry." Because he was.
"I know, sweet...I know."
And Blaine couldn't help but feel his heart in his throat because he hadn't done much to deserve Kurt's term of endearment. "I don't know what I was thinking...of course, I don't want our first time to be drunk in the backseat of a car. It's just...and this is not an excuse, no excuse...the things you do to me, Kurt...without even meaning to." Blaine looked away sheepishly, blushing slightly in the dark.
"Yeah...I think I know the feeling," Kurt laughed his sweet, high pitched chuckle, "and confession," he paused, "sometimes I do mean to."
Blaine turned back to Kurt, eyes wide, confused, maybe hopeful. "You mean to? Really?"
"Really, Blaine. What part of horny teenage boy with hot boyfriend do I not appear to you?"
"Yes, well, aren't you the same teenage boy who told me that the touch of the fingertips is as sexy as it gets, and 'romance not sex' and all that?" Blaine tried hard not to sound frustrated.
"Romance and sex, Blaine. Both," Kurt paused, looking at him, "Isn't sex just romance on crack or something, anyways?"
Blaine laughed at that, "Sometimes. I think it can be-"
"Between us, it would be... I want it to be."
"Me too." They sit in silence for a few minutes, air on their cold faces, hands clutched for warmth.
"So how about we finish talking about this in the morning?" Kurt is standing now reaching to pull Blaine up.
"So you're still coming back to my house to take advantage of my jetsetting parents then?" Blaine swung their hands together as they walked to his car.
"To sleep, Blaine, to sleep."
"Deal."
...
Blaine's eyes flutter open to a soft kiss on his cheek as he notices the warm body beside him in his bed. Kurt is sitting up behind him, holding out a glass of water. "'Morning, sunshine." And he can hear the laugh in Kurt's voice.
Blaine groans, rolling on to his back, "Thanks," he says, lifting his head to take a sip, and he pulls Kurt back down to lie beside him. His head is slightly throbbing, but something about the sight of mussed Kurt, perfectly imperfect in his own flannel pajama pants and Blaine's t-shirt just impeccably too tight on him...well, he'll survive. He smiles at Kurt, guilt creeping into his eyes, "So."
"So."
"Last night."
"Last night," Kurt shakes his head, amused.
"I tried to get you to have sex with me, drunk, in the back seat of my car, didn't I?" Blaine looks up to Kurt looking at him and nodding his head, "because I was trying to be-
"spontaneous and fun," they say at the same time. They're biting back their laughter, because god, what was so serious last night just seems so ridiculous now.
"I'm sorry," Blaine says.
"I know." They intertwine their fingers under the covers, and turn to each other.
And then Blaine is re-playing the rest of the night in his head, and okay, he thinks Kurt really didsay that, so, "did you say something about lust, though? And me not noticing-" Kurt made this cute high pitched noise and stared at the ceiling, "and maybe something about sex being romance on crack-"
Kurt laughs, "good memory for a drunken stupour." Kurt turns to look at him. "And yes, I said those things." They look at each other in silence for a minute that feels like longer.
"I do notice, you know" Blaine begins, "But I'm never sure I'm reading the signals right."
"You never asked me," Kurt says simply.
"Well, in my defense, we haven't been the best at talking about...sex," and he hopes that won't freak Kurt out because, really, it's time to talk about it.
Kurt chuckles, "I guess not...we're talking about it now, though." And Blaine breathes a sigh of relief because that was finally, finally an invitation to talk. Kurt looks open and unafraid, and, if he's reading Kurt's eyes correctly, hopeful. He turns on to his side, facing him. But before he can even say anything, "So what do you want to do?" with an emphasis on the last word. Wow. Kurt was already there. Okay.
"So you mean, you want to?" Blaine was sort of stunned with the turn of events.
"Yes, I want to, Blaine. What do you think I meant last night?" Kurt was adorably exasperated, "I'm not exactly sure what, but I want to...have some kind of sex.. with you."
Kurt was blushing bright red and god, Blaine was ridiculous because he was so so in love. Blaine felt his heart racing. "Okay." Maybe he was blushing too. Was that the right thing to say?
"Okay? Is that all?" Kurt was teasing him now. Blaine started trailing his index finger up and down Kurt's arm. Kurt shivered, "That feels nice."
"Mmmm," Blaine smiled, "so what do you have in mind?"
"I don't really know," Kurt admitted, "just maybe start the way we always do, but just maybe not stop?"
"Sounds perfect," Blaine said with his mastered false confidence when actually his stomach was doing backflips, "but maybe with a few less clothes on?" he asked hopefully, pushing just a bit. Kurt looked at him then, half smirking, amused eyes, but something nervous underneath, and then he sat up. Uh oh. Kurt was eyeing him playfully, though, so it couldn't be that bad.
"What clothes?" Kurt suddenly breathed out, and pulled off his t-shirt, dropping it on the floor. Kurt forced himself to drop his arms down and look at Blaine with defiance as he thumbed at the elastic waste band of his pajama bottoms, gently tugging them away from his hips.
"Oh my god, Kurt" and was that his voice? Because his heart just jumped into his throat, eyes popping out, and all he could think was zig, zig, zig, zig, zig, because Kurt Hummel just stood up, and got naked in front of him. Because of him. And he is the most beautiful human on earth. And the fact that he is the only guy that Blaine has ever seen naked really doesn't matter, because he is certain this is true.
"Your turn," Kurt says nervously, sitting down on the bed, "and stop staring, you're going to make me self conscious," Kurt giggles to himself, half hard already and still very very red.
"Sorry, sorry. And yes, Kurt. Oh my god," Blaine turns away for a split second to pull off his own shirt and pants, and turns back around, reaching for Kurt, pulling his body, his naked body (and Blaine's brain has exploded now) down beside him.
They're tentative at first. Blaine just wants to feel Kurt's bare chest against his, their legs intertwined, and he pulls him against him, hugging tightly, Kurt hugs back, pulls his head back to make eye contact with Blaine. And they can't help it, they laugh. Blaine thinks to himself how insane this all is because he has the most beautiful, naked Kurt Hummel in his arms and his heart is on fire and they are laughing.
"I love you," Blaine looks at him, eyes sparkling, laugh shifting into something else entirely.
"I love you too," and Kurt's eyes are serious now too because that's not just soft chests and fuzzy legs cuddling against each other anymore. Kurt is starting to move against him, and he is getting hard against Blaine's thigh, and Blaine is getting hard very very quickly because he can feel Kurt...his cock (god, to use that word, even in his head) against him. And it is so much to be turned on like this. To turn Kurt on like this.
"This okay?" Blaine asks, because he has to be sure, as he moves himself against Kurt's thigh, letting the friction happen, moving his hands to Kurt's ass, to encourage him too.
"Dummy," Kurt huffs and he kisses him hard, teeth and tongues, and bodies moving together. So Blaine doesn't think Kurt will mind, then, when he wants to try one more thing before he comes. Because he knows this isn't going to last long, and he feels himself getting close, so he snakes his hand between them to move his own cock flush against Kurt's, and ruts and moves against him. It is the hottest thing he's ever felt.
"I am so gay. So so gay," Blaine thinks to himself in a moment of self awareness, and really thinks that this couldn't possibly be any other way and how can anybody be anything but this, because it is just so right.
"Oh my god," Kurt moans, and maybe he said it out loud but he doesn't care.
"Yeah," Blaine breathes, and they look at each other, eyes blown open. "I'm-"
"Me too," Kurt pushes hard up against him, now on top. Their rhythm gets faster, and Blaine can feel every nerve ending in his body spark.
Blaine is the one who comes first, trying hard not to moan too indecently. But maybe it doesn't matter because Kurt comes seconds later, and he is keening, and panting, and Blaine has never seen anyone look more beautiful.
They stare at each other, breath still heavy and eyes sparkling, come sticky against their stomachs, as they turn to lie on their backs. They laugh. Again.
"Well," Blaine starts.
"Well." Kurt agrees.
"That was not quite what I expected...faster," Blaine admits, blushing slightly.
Kurt laughs, "two teenage virgins, Blaine. Really? Were you really expecting a marathon?"
"I don't know...hands, mouths...something more conventional on the ladder of first time orgasms together..."
Kurt turns his head to the side looking into Blaine's eyes on the pillow beside him. He traces Blaine's lips with his index finger, and Blaine's tongue licks out softly against it. "It was perfect, Blaine." Kurt's eyes fill up as he traces his finger along Blaine's bare arm.
"It was." Blaine closes his eyes, cuddles into Kurt's big spoon position. He feels so safe, satisfied...and sticky. God. "Kurt?"
"Mmmm?"
"This is a little too gross, even for me," Blaine looks up at him. "How about we continue this after a shower?" Blaine reluctantly gets up from the warm bed with warm, sweet Kurt, and starts picking up their strewn clothes along the floor, folding Kurt's carefully in a pile. He hears Kurt bite back a high pitched noise and turns to see Kurt's eyes sizing him up.
"What?"
"Exhibitionist." Kurt looks at him, amused.
Blaine turns back around and wiggles his butt in Kurt's general direction, smirking over his shoulder, "only for you." And Blaine wonders how 24 hours ago the idea of being naked together was so big, so awesome but terrifying, and how it can become this easy playfulness, just like that.
Kurt chuckles and gets up too and Blaine gestures to the shower, "Care to join me?"
Kurt blushes but smiles, and follows him in.
A/N - Please review! A line, a word, a thought you liked? Hated? Reviews are a writer's crack...this may become a sequel - I have two ideas...so if I get a good response...